Her To Here

Driving round' in circles while the sunsets pink and purple
Wish I could turn it off just like the radio
Cause that watercolor sky hits like a heartbreak souvenir
How the hell'd I get from her to here

I pull into a parking lot of some little no one knows me spot
Sit down at the bar and bum a smoke
By the time I light it up, that whiskey glass is clear
How the hell'd I get from her to here

If I knew she was gonna call my bluff
I would've wrapped my stubborn arms around her instead of acting tough
If I knew she wasn't gonna hit the breaks
I'd a chased her down the drive, not watch her drive away

They're bout to turn the neon off
I'm barely hangin' on the rocks
I leave my truck and catch a ride back home
Start replaying old voicemails with the phone up to my ear
How the hell'd I get from her to here

If I knew she was gonna call my bluff
I woulda wrapped my stubborn arms around her instead of acting tough
If I knew she wasn't gonna hit the breaks
I'd a chased her down the drive, not watch her drive away

I slip off my boots and stumble in
Sleep out on the couch again
I know I'll feel like shit tomorrow
But those sheets upstairs are colder than that lonely last call beer
How the hell'd I get from her to here
Oh, how the hell'd I get from her to here